Last night, as it was the longest day of the year, we decided to forego yet another football match (England vs Croatia) and drive out into the country, climb up to a Roman hill fort and look at the sky. The midges were murder, but nonetheless Atsuko gamboled like a little girl released from school and HD tried to conjure up images of Italian men in skirts, striding these hills and declaiming in Latin 2000 years ago. Afterwards we went for a drink in a quiet pub down by the river. It was better than football.
This perfect evening was rather spoiled when I returned home to find a broken window in my bedroom. The window was not broken, I know, by an attempted burglary, or by any kind of accident, but by the fucking little brats who live across the road from me throwing stones at my house. It is my unwillingness to confront such antisocial behaviour, or indeed to live in an undeclared state of siege in my own home, that has led to my refusal to go home before dark for the past six months (and, I might add in passing, which is at least partly responsible for my presence here on SG - after all, I had to find something to do in my office until 11pm). This war of wills against these evil children has drained my emotional resources, but it is nonetheless a war I had thought I was winning until last night...
I can't wait to get out of this fucking hole.
This perfect evening was rather spoiled when I returned home to find a broken window in my bedroom. The window was not broken, I know, by an attempted burglary, or by any kind of accident, but by the fucking little brats who live across the road from me throwing stones at my house. It is my unwillingness to confront such antisocial behaviour, or indeed to live in an undeclared state of siege in my own home, that has led to my refusal to go home before dark for the past six months (and, I might add in passing, which is at least partly responsible for my presence here on SG - after all, I had to find something to do in my office until 11pm). This war of wills against these evil children has drained my emotional resources, but it is nonetheless a war I had thought I was winning until last night...
I can't wait to get out of this fucking hole.
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solution for the neighbor kids, not a good solution mind you, but a solution nonetheless:
Buy 25 barbie and/or ken dolls, rip off the heads, burn em a little, plant them about the garden, fence, anywhere easily visible from the street. make a bunch of small, hard to read placards that say nice things about children, ducks, moms, and birthdays. toss them about. go home as fast as possible, sit out side and read, smoke, drink, maybe write a little, smile at all the kids as they go by, wave, maybe even a thumbs up, or a similar regional positive gesticulation. repeat until either they stop being little asses, leave you alone, or you get arrested. in any case your problems will be solved...
well ok cut out the first two steps, seriously, one of the shittiest things about being a kid is when someone responds to you adolescent bullshit with friendly kindness, if not a little disdain. I was a shit, and I never gave any hack to someone who looked me in the eye and smiled. strike that I'm still a bit of a shit, but it holds true to the day
oh and the astrology thing....so-so, about to be expected, enough to justify interest, but not without serious gaps... but I'll go of on that tangent later
TA is a Teaching Assistant (Usually Doctoral candidates taking on the dirty work with which Profs refuse to sully their hands like leading Tutorials). I'm impressed by your American teen speach...
Being half Finnish is cool...being an EU citizen is even cooler. I have to apply for my passport. Maybe I can find a position nursing the overindulgent and hungover in Ibiza or somewhere similar.
Sounds like a wonderful day out. Too bad 'bout those little shites across the way. Most likely future guests of Her Majesty. Do they still wear arrows on their uniforms? One good thing about having worked in Jail...you learn to deal with assholes.